90 Days of Spring

Sunlight penetrated into the room through the veil, dots of dust pulsed in the air, and the clear morning breeze was drawn in from the window lattice, blowing open the scrolls of the case, and the pages of the book rustled. After a short while, the wind stopped and the room returned to calm. Yang Fu stood in front of the sill window, with flawless skin like a jade, and peaceful brows, just like the person in the painting of fairy jade.

For a while, Miaomiao forgot the purpose of coming and stared at him intently. Until the other person turned his head, he lowered his eyelids reluctantly.

The radiance of admiration in her eyes was too bright, Yang Fu noticed it, thinking of the words Guan Shi Yuan said last night, he suddenly curled his lips amused. He was half on his side, and the other half was hidden in the warm winter sun, "I heard that you fell asleep in the middle of the night, and you were saying my name in your dreams?"

Miaomiao was stunned for a while when he said this.

That's not what she said, she never dreamed... But since she took over other people's body, Miaomiao nodded resignedly, "Yes."

Yang Fu was not as cold as yesterday. He smiled and said, "Do you really like this king?"

Miaomiao didn't hesitate at all, um, nodded repeatedly, "I like it!" Her bright eyes were shining in the sun, and her long eyelashes flickered like a flapping butterfly, agile and lively.

Yang Fu means a lot: "Why?"

Why do you like someone else? This stumped Miaomiao, she liked him since she was still a pine leaf koi. Peeking at him every day has become an indispensable thing. If he does not go to the Huxin Pavilion one day, she will be sad all day. For this reason, Wei Ling called her out of luck more than once, but Miaomiao thought, she probably has been so unprosperous in this life, and whoever taught her to be satisfied will pretend to be him.

These words, she couldn't tell Yang Fu, after all the words stuck in her throat, Miaomiao finally bowed her head: "No why."

Just now she was still excited, and she was stunned. Yang Funing looked at her, "That was just a whim."

Miaomiao shook his head quickly, anxiously, "Of course not, I'm serious!"

The decent features of the small features make people laugh. I have never seen such a daring little maid, dare to miss the Patriarch, and have to bargain with him inch by inch, which is really rare. Yang Fu's deep eyes looked at her for a moment, and after sitting upright on the desk, he turned the subject quietly, "You used to work in the backyard?"

Miaomiao was stunned, and her momentum was suddenly weakened, "Yes."

Yang Fu spread the map on the table and asked quietly: "Why don't you tell me when someone bullies you?"

With her hands behind her back, Miaomiao twisted her fingers together, groaning, "I, I dare not say..."

God knows what the former little maid thinks, but think about it carefully, there are no more than several reasons, cowardly, and don't want to cause trouble. Miaomiao's tangled appearance showed her embarrassment vividly. Yang Fu paused slightly, his thumb whirling on the scroll, "There is nothing not to be afraid of. If you do this again in the future, it's okay to say it."

Miaomiao raised his eyes and turned his face to him, expecting Ai Ai: "May I tell you?"

Yang Fu finally turned his head to look at her, his eyes were deep, and after a while, he said, "Yes."

She seemed to be so cheap, her small face suddenly raised a smile, slyly, and the brilliant smile hit people's hearts.

After Yun Jinzhai's book was finished drying, Miaomiao was completely idle, just waiting for the evening before moving back to the attic.

Yang Fu didn't need anyone to wait on her, she only served tea once, and then he was sent out. Leshan Leshui sticks at the door like a wood, and talks to them without responding, Miaomiao is extremely boring.

Occasionally passing by the house under the corridor, through the veil, you can see the tall and slender figure inside. Miao Miao stopped and peeped at the person inside. She could only see half of her face, and she couldn't really see it through one floor. She couldn't move because of this, and her feet seemed to be rooting.

The curvature of his side face is exquisite and perfect, his jaw is smooth, and his lips are slightly light...Nothing on his body is not the most beautiful. Miaomiao stared in a dazed manner, without even noticing his frowning movement, until Yang Fu sighed silently, "Miaomiao, you can take a half-day off today."

He actually called her name! Miaomiao couldn't help himself, and he didn't care about being discovered by him, and said happily, "The maidservant does not want to take a holiday."

Yang Fu couldn't stand his beak and said, "This is the king's order."

Well, I haven't seen her before. Miaomiao stuck out her tongue, and was about to retract her head, so she heard Yang Fu say again: "You will be responsible for the book pavilion in the future. You will take care of it every few days. From tomorrow, you will be in charge of Han Yuxuan. Serving tea and making water, if there is anything you don’t understand, let Cen Yun teach you."

Miaomiao answered without hesitation, "Okay!"

Her little head fell from the edge of the bed, and Yang Fu didn't move, with a slight smile on his lips.

It's a rare moment of leisure, Miao Miao originally wanted to go back to the house to rest, but after thinking about becoming a human being, Miao Miao hadn't met Wei Ling yet. She temporarily changed her direction and walked to the Huxin Pavilion in the other courtyard. Because he was in a happy mood, the pace was rather relaxed, and his delicate face was full of smiles, just like the warm sun above his head.

About halfway through, Miaomiao looked around in confusion. Although she has been in the lake for more than ten years, she has never set foot on the shore...Where is this? She only knew Yunjinzhai and Hanyuxuan in total, and she didn't have time to know the other courtyards.

Going further forward seemed to be the gate of the other courtyard. There were servants guarding the gate. Miaomiao was about to step forward to ask questions. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a few people coming in the distance. She stepped back two steps, intending to make way for the other party, until a few people walked up to her, she could see that two servants were leading the two maids, and the two maids were familiar...

Miaomiao couldn't help but look at her more. The other party had clearly seen her, showing hatred, resentful eyes fixed on her, making people tremble. Miaomiao admitted that she had done nothing bad, but one of the maids was crazy, and she broke free from the shackles of her servants and stepped forward to pinch Miaomiao's neck tightly, "It's all you, you evil spirit... ...Why didn't you die in the first place..."

She moved too fast and Miaomiao caught her off guard. She only felt suffocated and her neck was strangled uncomfortably. She tried to break the opponent's wrist, but the other party hated her into her bones, and said vigorously: "This kind of weather drives me out, the prince intends to kill me. ...It's all you, it must be you who said something before..."

Her breath gradually became thinner, and Miaomiao became a little dizzy and swelled. She couldn't speak, or even exert her strength. It wasn't until the servant stepped forward to stop the mad maid that she came back to life, breathed in air, and it took a long time to relax.

The maid stepped forward and was kicked in the knee by the servant, "Be honest!"

The maid fell to her knees with a thump, her forehead knocked into the gravel on the ground, and bleeding suddenly oozes, which is terrible on her face.

Miaomiao finally remembered who she was, and it was the two of them who killed this body that day. The servant dragged them out of the house, threw them to the ground unceremoniously, cursed them and closed the door.

Miaomiao touched her neck with lingering fear, her mind was in a mess. That maid said it was the Four Kings? Is it for her to intervene in these matters?

With eager anticipation, even the neck hurts less, Miaomiao absently went back to the lower room and sat in front of the bronze mirror.

A dry little girl was reflected in the mirror, with a red mark on her neck, which gradually deepened. To say that this girl is as good, it is that the skin is particularly white and greasy, the skin on her body is like a peeled egg, white and smooth. So the pinch marks left by the maid were very obvious, bruised and purple, looking shocking.

Miaomiao looked in the mirror with distress, how to hide it so ugly?

It was getting late, and the twilight was in the west. Miaomiao came to Yunjinzhai to collect her books half an hour late.

At this time, Yang Fu should have gone back to dinner. Miaomiao thinks with certainty that she has to move all the books back to the shelf before it gets dark, otherwise the fog will be heavy at night, which will damage the books. She stepped down eagerly, and hurried into the attic with a stack of books. How did she know that someone walked out of the building slowly, she was so astonished, she ran straight up, and the books fell on the ground.

Miaomiao crouched hurriedly to pick it up, muttering something in her mouth, "Sorry, the maid ran into the lord..."

Yang Fu stepped back for a while, seeing her panicked look, raised her eyebrows imperceptibly, bent over and picked up a book by her feet, "Why are you here so late?"

Miaomiao lowered her head and explained, "I overslept during the day..."

The peach-pink short jacket covered her body. From this angle, she could see the tender neck. Although there was hair covering her, she could still see the bruise on her head. Yang Fu leaned over and pulled the broken hair away from her neck, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Miaomiao froze, his eyes rolled randomly, not knowing how to explain: "Yes, yes..."

She didn't want Yang Fu to know that Gein didn't want to cause him trouble, let alone make him feel stupid and useless. But the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't think of a good excuse, and finally he narrowed his mouth in frustration, "The prince still remember the maid who was driven out of the house by you? I just met them."

Yang Fu straightened up, "Didn't you say that if you are bullied in the future, you have to tell this king?"

Miaomiao looked up at him and blurted out: "Will the prince help me out?"

He stepped out of the attic. "Maybe."

The elongated shadow of the setting sun was right in front of her, and Miaomiao couldn't help but stretched out her hand to touch the top of his head, as if she could feel his temperature. With her chin resting on her knees, she quietly curled her lips.

Cen Yun came back from Han Yuxuan that night and handed her a small white-glazed porcelain vase painted with bluegrass, "The prince ordered me to bring it to you, and said it can relieve pain and remove blood stasis." After talking, she leaned in front of her curiously and squinted her eyes. : "What good did you do, why would the prince care about you like this?"

Miaomiao leaned back, revealing a pink neck that described miserably, "Look."

Cen Yun was taken aback, "How did it happen, and who did it?"

Miao Miao talked to her one-by-one, eloquently, sighing Cen Yun, sympathizing and pitying her even more, and even forgetting the initial question. She got up and fetched water for Miaomiao, "You sit here, apply cold water for a quarter of an hour, and then use the medicine given by the prince."

Miao Miao nodded obediently, holding a small porcelain bottle in her hand, smiling with crooked eyes.

The living room is not big, there is no separate bathing place, let alone put a tub to take a bath, ordinary maids can only wipe once every few days. Cen Yun has long been accustomed to this kind of life, but Miaomiao is not. She was born in the water and hasn't been exposed to water for several days, so her heart is itchy when she sees water.

"I went outside to wash the clothes. Just call me if you have something to do." Cen Yun handed her a towel and walked outside the house.

Miaomiao unfastened the two buckles, immersed the towel in the water, twisted it half dry, and then covered her neck. The slightest coolness came into her skin, she didn't feel cold at all, but rather comfortable. People often say that like a fish in water, that's probably what it means?

Her hands were itchy, Miao Miao reached out and touched, her eyes widened in horror, and she lowered her head in disbelief. A layer of fish scales slowly grew on the back of the hand, replacing the original skin. Jinzhan fell to the ground due to her actions, she touched her neck tremblingly, and her tentacles were really cold scales.

How could this be? What went wrong?

Her heart was upset, and Wei Ling's warning reverberated in her mind. Don't touch the water in front of others...

Is this the end? Miaomiao was so anxious that she was about to come in when she saw Cen Yun, but she had nothing to do!

Wei Ling only warned her not to touch the water, but why didn't he say how to restore it?

At this time, Cen Yun's voice sounded: "Miaomiao, how do you feel? If there is no medicine, I will go in and help you."